Her eye-lids, where Dulness look’d wise in a frown
Now stretch’d in a goggle—now gravely let down,
She dreams in a study far muddier than brown.—
But ’tis time to rejoin the satirical party,
And learn, if we can, why they’re laughing so hearty;
Though so many the talkers—the list’ners so few,
That ’tis well if we bring away one word in two.
The sign for unmasking had now taken place,
And each guest was betray’d by his feathers, or face.
Our venomous Critics now sharpen’d their looks,